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     The suns early rays shone fervently through the dingy old window, bringing with it a warmth and illuminating the musky little room. Wren lay on the worn bed, feeling the wear of all the people who had slept there before.
     Morning was just arriving but he had already been awake for hours, the horrors of his past chasing him out of his own dreams, now he just stared fecklessly as small specs of dust danced around in the morning light. His own self doubt crippled him to the bed, but his nightmares kept him from feeling any sort of relief from it. He had begun to accept by now that sleeping was just something that would have to wait. wait until either he could make up for past sins, or was dead.
     As he lay there contemplating his next move he could hear the unmistakable sound of the weathered little inn sparking to life.
     Struggling to find his will, he slowly forced himself up out of bed. he took a quick glance around the tiny rustic room, gathered his things, then left the room, inn and town behind without a second thought. The road was all he knew, because as long as he was moving forward the past couldn't catch up to him. So endlessly he trekked the roads that long had been abandoned or forgotten.
     The wind tossed around the grass as it clung for its life to the bounding hills that seemed to go on forever before him, he continued along even when the path itself was gone. This was his life now. everything else was left behind, until he could figure out how to make it right.
     As Wren walked his mind wandered, and as the beautiful land stretched out in front of him his mind wandered home. He began thinking of his grandfathers old farm where he grew up, of his aunt Marie who raised him. Mostly, though, he thought of his two best friends Miranae and Raien.
     The memories flashed through his mind and quickly Wren shook it off, trying to think of something else, anything else. But too late, all his pain and his sins returned, he dropped to his knees, tears streamed down his face and he clutched onto the ruby pendant that hung around his neck until his knuckles were burning white. He sat there muttering apology's to the wind as the day continued around him and the sun began to set.
     "This shouldn't have happened..." he said to himself. "It should have been me!" the wind blew around him and an eerie silence filled the valley.
     "It wasn't your fault." a familiar females voice called from behind him. "no one blames you."
     "Miranae?" Wren cried out as he jumped up and whirled around. The empty fields stretched out leaving his heart sinking and a bitter loneliness in him.

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Smoke billowed up piercing the flawless sapphire that was the sky, the chimneys were working endlessly through another cold day deep in the valley, keeping all the inhabitants that dotted the landscape warm in their little cottages.The season was changing and the leaves were falling, all the farmers were out gathering what was left of the crop in preparation of the coming snowfall. all the land was in a strange lull as the people all silently went about their busy day.
     It was on this peaceful quiet day that a stranger arrived in the valley, most people just continued on with their day without giving the stranger a second thought but some of the more suspicious folk locked themselves away in their homes without the intention of leaving for at least a few days, they believed that this stranger was an omen.
     Tall and proud this stranger trotted down the dingy road to town atop a magnificent white stallion and draped in a deep purple cloak with the hood pulled tight over the strangers face. Never stopping or even breaking gaze from the road.within the hour the stranger was within sight of the small town of Kartol, the largest community in the valley though it still only housed a little over a hundred people. A small four foot wall surrounded the settlement with three openings one south, one west and one north, it was the north-side the stranger was now facing.
    As the stranger neared the two guards standing on either side of the wall became visibly more anxious, they both were squeezing onto their spears so tightly their knuckles were turning white.  The stranger could tell from just a glance that both guards were nothing more than peasants, their clothes were simple and very dirty, they were just taking their turn on duty, neither had ever killed a man nor were either likely too.
     "Who is it!" one of the guards calls out, but the stranger did not respond and kept trotting up until the horse was positioned right in the middle of the two guards.
     "Falna." the stranger said in a soft silky whisper, still looking strait ahead barely even acknowledging the guard.
     "The Falna Family? They live about a mile out of the western gate on a small farm." the guard stated. "What business you got with them? Theys good folk. You best not be going out there to cause them trouble..." Before the man could finish the strangers horse bolted off around the town leaving the two guards in a dust cloud coughing and hacking.
     Within a few minutes the stranger was coming up on a small little cottage on a hill over looking a big field of crops. The stranger rode up to the porch where a very surprised young girl was sitting. Again the stranger asked in a low voice.
     "Falna?" the girl looked up at the stranger trembling.
     "Y-yeah I'm Marie Falna. Pa's gone for the day though so you'll just have to come back later." she said with weary eyes fixed on the shadowy face under the hood, A small smirk came to the strangers lips.
     "Your sister sends her regards." The stranger said still keeping a hushed tone.
     "You've seen Allison!?!?" Marie blurted out.
     The stranger ignored her question and unveiled a small baby boy from under his cloak, gently the stranger slid off the horse and walked over to the porch holding the baby out towards Marie. She studied the baby and the long slender hands holding it for a moment before reaching out and taking it. As she looked over the baby she noticed his ears tapered slightly making a small point. she looked back towards the stranger who had already mounted his horse again.
     "Wren" he said.
     She looked down at the child then back up at the strangers so many questions forming in her head but her tongue betrayed her so she was left speechless. the stranger reared his horse then took off like a lightning bolt down the road. Marie just stood dumbstruck staring inquisitively after the horse holding the small boy.

The prologue "new revised edition"

"The emissaries from all the clans are here, Lord Realic." the courier exclaimed as he entered the large wooden awning, it was made from the rare trees that only grew in their forest, it was quite precious. Intricate designs spiraled all the way up the pillars that held it up, underneath it sat only a throne made of the same wood, with more of the same intricate carvings on it. Lord Realic sat on his axis of sovereign power, he glared at the courier for a long moment then dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Finally it begins." Realic said aloud to himself then he headed to his council chambers.

In the large round room sat one member from each of the five clans other than his own. “Welcome my kin, I know it has been ages since last we gathered, but I fear that due to the recent actions of our woodland brothers there may be some dire consequences to us all...” As he spoke the emissary from the woodland realm shot up. “Those damned humans started this! Do not blame the victim this time!” Realic stood observing him for some time before he spoke again.

He stared into the mans deep dark eyes full of hatred and malice and black as the depths of hell. This elf was taller than all the rest in the room, and his antlers, which were common for the forest elves, made him seem even more so.

“Then enlighten us, Taril, tell us of why these stupid creatures now hunt us like animals.” Realic spoke with anger in his voice. “Tell us why these less than worthy beings are slaughtering our innocent kin!”

Taril stood silent and mumbled something incoherent to himself. “You wood elves were killing humans before they even knew of our kind, dark stalkers they used to call you.” said the emissary of the nomad elves, a disinterested tone was in his voice. “I need no words from you Denael, you nomads are only a step above humans, but barely, you even give them free roam of your land.” Taril said in a sinister tone. “Why you dirty rotten..” Denael began. “Come now let us have peace!” the largest of the elves exclaimed.

He was of the air children, elves who dwelled in the mountains and worshiped the very sky. They were much bulkier than most elves but still very slender compared to humans.

“I agree with Haren.” Realic exclaimed. “We are here to decide on how to deal with the humans, not tear each other apart.” all of the elves with the exception of Realic took there seats. “We high elves watch over many things, we study and examine most of what happens in the land. We have spies in all of your kingdoms as well as the human ones, Thus we know exactly what has happened and why it has. We also know that the humans are a threat and weather it is now or later they will have to be dealt with, because though they die at a much earlier age then the elves do they are in a constant state of change so they grow and adapt far too quickly and they take over more and more land as their own as this happens. This is why I have summoned you all here and that is why you should all heed what I am about to say.” Realic said, sounding very practiced and rehearsed. “The high elves are going to exterminate the humans for the sake of our world, all races that wish to join shall have a claim on parts of their land. All who don't will hereby be named enemy of all the elven kin and a traitor to the goddess!”

“This is ridiculous!” Denael shouted. “We need the humans to survive, they bring in the trade that keeps the nomad elves alive!” “The water dwellers trade with the filthy creatures just as much as you nomads, but if they are eliminated then we may take up their roles and be more self sufficient.” Retorted the River emissary. “You do not understand Melog, we have signed many treaties with the humans declaring peace. To suddenly turn and attack would destroy our honor as well.” Denael snapped back at him. “bah! Its just a piece of paper, you nomads are just cowards.” Melog argued. “Well it may be just a piece of paper to you, but our honor and dignity is bound to it through ink and blood!” Denael shouted.

A wicked smile came across Realics face. “Then go, and never again be welcomed to this place. Go warn your human masters of the coming storm, the resistance will only make this more interesting. But know this you will dye before this is over and it shall be at the hands of your true kin, you traitorous dog.” Haren stood up suddenly “It ain’t right, you’ve lost your damned mind Realic. You can count me out.” Realic looked at Haren displeased. “Well, any other traitors?” The other three sat silent and a sinister smile came across taril's face. “so then let it begin, The great war of the elves.”

“Finally, its been ages since we had a good war to fight.” Kurenya shouted, she was the only female present at the meeting, she was a dark elf which are a matriarch, therefor the women rule. They believe the goddess favors women and they are her beloved children, long have they been malicious people that love and long for war. She had been silent up till now but the excitement of the things to come made her unusually excited and loud. “My blades long to be fed!” she remarked.

The two opposed elves left the room in a hurry, with this news hanging heavy on their hearts they journeyed homeward, with there kins scorn on their backs and doubt in their hearts.

Realic held out his sword in the air, it was made of solid gold and had many carvings in many languages on it. “let the union of the high, river, wood and dark elves begin.” the others drew their weapons and the all held them up to his.

this is my story so far...

The ocean of trees covered the land, they went out for miles in each direction. The soil was extremely rich in nutrients and there was no lack of water, so the trees all grew tall and strong with branches reaching far and wide. Due to the dampness of the forest, nearly every rock and tree was covered in a thick, dark moss. There was a silence that seemed to creep over the entire forest, not even the birds were chirping there merry little songs while building nests. This land was void of all sound, and the trees were unnaturally still. Kaliel began to think time had frozen around him, and though he could not see the sky through the canopy of branches above him he could tell that the day was fading. What little light that was peeking through the leaves was begining to dull and fade away, eventually the forests darkness began closing in around him, suffocating him and filling his heavy heart with doubt. As he made his way down the dingy little dirt path that weaved through the trees, he would glance to either side and try to see through the darkness. he was being hunted, and not by the wicked creatures of the ancient forest, no it was something much worse.

Kaliel was young, scrawny and not particularly tall boy, about age fourteen. His skin was pale as snow, and his hair was as black as the night around him and very long, it usually covered his eyes. Which, were a strange violette color, it frightened alot of people which is why his mother made him keep his hair long to cover them.

He hurried down the trail, constantly looking over his shoulder to see if he was being pursued by what he had just escaped, he did not want to be caught by man or beast, but right now he would have preferred the beast. His feet were soaked from the puddles that formed here and there on the path and the mud that was the rest of the trail. A loud boom of thunder filled the air and shook the ground, seconds later a heavy rain crashed through the tree-tops. Kaliel let out a heavy sigh, he'd had enough of the wetness. He moved off the trail and found a nice dry spot he could sit and rest. he sat there for a many hours in constant alert, until the rain let up, nervously he began down the trail again. he realized that no one had come up the trail looking for him, had they given up the chase so easily after all they did to capture him in the first place? A knot formed in his stomach, he decided to just keep pushing on. He was soaked from head to toe by this time and as he walked he shook and quivered, he had to clench his teeth tightly to keep them from chattering. he began to loose all feeling in his fingers and toes, every rain drop that hit him might as well have been ice. he continued to trudge through the now almost swamp like forest, freezing and miserable, his steps were weakening and he could barely lift his feet, finally he collapsed face first into a puddle.

The soldiers marched in rows of two, ten men all sent to find one small boy that had escaped the detainment camps. "the warden must be losing his damn mind." Said one of the men. "You going against orders, soldier?" the captain called in response. he just grumbled and continued his march, he knew just like the rest of them what happened to people who went against orders. "Hey cap'n, wev'e been march'n fer Hours now 'ows bout a break, eh?" one of the soldiers in the back called out. The captain glanced around through the tree's and fidgeted, he could feel they were being watched. "Not till the suns up..." the captain spoke sternly "...these woods are elf territory." All the soldiers began to look back and forth from tree to tree, some even began glancing over there shoulders regularly.

Humans and elves had been in a constant war for almost six years. the humans thought them all savage, and for the most part they were right, but they were amazing hunters. During the long time of waring many towns had been ruthlessly slaughtered by the elves, so in retaliation the humans burned much of there forests. Violence begets violence, however, so this did not stop the killing, but instead lead to full on fighting. there has been a recent lull in the war, the head on skirmishes have stopped but the hatred of the two races has not.

The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, their armor made an almost melodic chime. there heavy boots sank into the muddy ground, and more mud caked on with each step making them heavier with every few feet. Still they marched on silent and miserable, chasing after some worthless slave boy. "Whats the queen want with this runt anyway?" a soldier blurted shattering the awkward silence. None of the soldiers answered, they just continued on. Not far down the small dingy path they came upon a tree fallen over in the road, it was covered in a strange writing that was carved into it. "Its the elves! they're tryin ta warn us off cap'n." yelled a soldier. "shut the hell up!" yelled the captain, as he stormed over to the log to investigate. "you're all a bunch of superstitious idiots."

In the distance they all heard the sound of water flowing and birds chirping, this was odd because till now the forest had been silent. All of them started bickering weather to turn back, hurry along, or who too pick to check it out. They argued so long that the sun began to peak through the leaves again."we're camping out here for a while, then we'll decide what to do." the captain grumbled.

The soldiers began wearily setting up there camp, none of them actually daring to go to sleep. They laid awake staring up at the leaves, summer was beginning to fade into autumn and the colors of the leaves were changing, the sunshine that broke through the wall of branches shone in there eyes, the ground was rocky and wet.